3 Quotes by Mary Hays

I would have thanked you for being ingenuous, even though, like Hamlet, you had spoke daggers.

Farewell! Dearest and most beloved of men_whatever may be my fate_be happiness yours! Once more, my lingering, foreboding heart, repeats farewell!

I put in no claims either for happiness, for gratification, or even for the common comforts of life: yet, surely, I had a right to exist!